sing when you're wanking
Sunday, April 13, 2008
To borrow a term from baseball, it was a case of three strikes and you're out.
Three lottery draws passed by, and 1140 was not drawn at all and there goes my hope of attaining sainthood. Sorry to all those who were gutsy enough to take a punt with the number. It was this close and it eluded me by the skin of the teeth, with numbers 2240 and 1410 appearing instead of what I prophesied. Considering that, can I be a 半日仙 or a half day saint instead?
With the lofty ambition of attaining sainthood out of the way, I have more pertinent issues to contend with. This whole sleep talking episode left me spooked. Coupled with the fact that I woke up with a sprained hip and a bloody lip last week, the entire notion of being possessed isn't funny anymore. What worries me most is the possibility of having to suddenly arch my back and scurry around like spider, ala the little gal in Exorcist. What if I break my back, like how to have babies? No!!!!!!
Dear readers of this blog, please pray for me that the sprained hip and bloody lip is a result of an overly imaginative wet dream featuring Lin Chi Ling and the entire cast of the Edison Chen's movie production. Thank you.
(Not so) Random video of the Day
And pop!, there goes my back.
Fatty's Ho Gai Xiao
Sungei Road Laksa
Hill Street Fried Kway Teow
Antagonizing drink stall assistants
The Male Anatomy
NBA on CBS
Yahoo Fantasy Footy
Click if you are under 18
CreditsDesigned by mela | Image from Get Fuzzy from comics.com